Inside the dimly lit chamber of his base on an uninhabited planet, Zorax, the SR-rank alien with a notorious reputation, sat surrounded by his high-ranking crew members. His crew, a diverse group of species from across the galaxy, listened attentively as he spoke, their voices echoing with praise. Their admiration for him was clear; they spoke with respect and awe.

“Captain Zorax, your leadership is unmatched. We've done what others wouldn’t dare dream of!” one of his officers declared, sparking a round of cheers.

Zorax grinned, his sharp features glinting in the dim light. 

“Hahaha! This is only the beginning. Under my command, we’ll rise to dominate the galaxy itself!”

The room erupted in celebration, the crew’s devotion to their leader palpable. But the moment was shattered by the abrupt arrival of a frantic crew member, his face pale with fear.

"Captain, we have an emergency!" he blurted out, interrupting the meeting.

The vice captain grabbed him by the collar, scolding him for his rudeness.

"What's so important that you'd interrupt an important meeting?" he demanded.

Zorax laughed, waving off the vice captain's concerns.

"Calm down. What's the emergency?" He said calmly.

Before the trembling crewman could reply, the base shook violently, an explosion ripping through the silence. The lights flickered as alarms blared.  

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Zorax was on his feet instantly, his voice cutting through the chaos. “Everyone, with me. Now!”

Outside, the scene was apocalyptic. Ships burned in violent flames, their wreckage littering the ground. Shadows danced across the devastation as an imposing figure emerged—a lone adversary clad in sleek, metallic armor that gleamed in the firelight.

Zorax’s crew charged with a ferocity befitting their reputation, but the enemy moved with inhuman precision, cutting through them like a storm. One by one, his most trusted allies fell, their cries of defiance silenced in a torrent of destruction.

Zorax’s chest tightened as he watched the massacre unfold. His crew—his empire—was being erased before his eyes. Gritting his teeth, he drew his sword, its energy crackling to life.

“You’ve made a grave mistake coming here!” he roared, charging toward the armored figure.

Their clash was explosive, Zorax unleashing blow after blow with deadly precision. The air shimmered with the power of his strikes, each one capable of cleaving through diamonds. But the enemy was faster, stronger—each counterattack pushing Zorax closer to the edge.

He gritted his teeth, his muscles burning with exertion. Desperation clawed at the edges of his mind, but he refused to falter. Summoning every ounce of strength, Zorax prepared his ultimate technique—a skill capable of cleaving a weak planet in two.

The air around him crackled as he channeled his energy, his body glowing with an otherworldly light. With a deafening roar, he swung his sword, releasing a blinding wave of destruction that raced toward the enemy.

The attack tore through the battlefield, obliterating everything in its path. For a moment, there was silence, the ground scorched and lifeless. But as the dust settled, the figure emerged unscathed, their armor gleaming under the harsh glare of destruction.

Before Zorax could react, the enemy closed the distance in a blur of motion, delivering a crushing blow that sent him crashing into the remains of his fortress. His body collided with the wall, the impact sending cracks spidering through the stone.

Bloodied and broken, Zorax struggled to his feet, his breath ragged. He stared at the figure, defiance flickering in his eyes.

“W-who are you?” he rasped, the words barely audible over the chaos.

The figure stepped closer, their voice cold and devoid of emotion.  

“I am a human.”  

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